A POEM FROM POETRY CLASS A FEW YEARS AGO; The cold breeze brushed past , i carefully unfolded my, flowery umbrella. Pouring rain soaked the brown leather handbag, while the umbrella fell apart, becoming entangled in my freshly washed, smelling of rose petal blond hair. Reaching for my mobile phone to call a taxi, i slipped and fell into a puddle. A heel from the right shoe broke, i undid the buckle, took the shoes of slowly ; emerged barefoot from the pool of water.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 07:21:58 +0000